Journey to the West Creation Technique

Although Lu Chengjun had seen his spiritual root, he was still just a mortal.

In a short while, he was bound hand and foot by the locals, lifted up with a stick, and tied to the stick, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

The group of natives were overjoyed, filled with the happiness of a bountiful harvest.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—" The skinny earthen man with chalk-like patterns walked at the front, holding the bone hoe in his hand. He would turn around from time to time to gesture at Lu Chengjun, his eyes full of excitement as if he had found a treasure.

The big thing is bad!

There is only one way to survive!

That means calling for help!

Lu Chengjun took a deep breath and cried out in anguish, "Brother Niu—!"

"Master Niu Xian—!"

"Senior Niu—!"

"Master Niu—!"

……

The woods were quiet.

The locals glanced at Lu Chengjun, their eyes showing a mixture of doubt and understanding.

After all, they don't speak the same language.

Even if Lu Chengjun screamed his heart out, these natives only took it as a dying wail.

"Goku Cow——!"

"Bajie Niu——!"

"Sha Wujing is awesome!"

“Help!!”

There was still no response, only the laughter of the local people.

"Gurgle!" The earthlings carrying him suddenly stopped in their tracks.

It's obvious that something happened.

Lu Chengjun, who was hanging from the wooden stick, felt like he had been granted a pardon. He twisted his body desperately, wanting to see how the fierce Brother Niu would come to rescue him riding on auspicious clouds.

The wind rises!

A murderous aura was palpable!

The local people, gripping sharpened wooden blades, looked tense and turned their heads in unison to gaze into the depths of the dense forest.

The bushes suddenly parted to both sides.

The ferocious beast leaped out.

Brother Niu, you're finally here!?

Lu Chengjun twisted his neck to look.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a cow that came.

The creature that came had a large head, sharp fangs, no wings but feathers, and was not tall; it was just the right size to bite into a kidney.

It is Yulong!

The two feathered dragons stared at the group of natives, making low, gurgling sounds in their throats.

Lu Chengjun stopped breathing.

He had witnessed firsthand how powerful Yu Long was.

Two natives stepped forward, each extending a hand, and uttered a series of deep, resonant syllables from their throats: "Woo-la... Hula..."

The two feathered dragons, like fighting cocks, sensed a strong threat; the feathers on their necks suddenly bristled, and their eyes turned red.

The local people shouted in unison, "Hurrah... Hurrah..."

Startled, the feathered dragon dared not act rashly and turned to run away.

Having scared away the feathered dragon, the group of natives breathed a sigh of relief.

"Guliga..." The leader of the natives waved his hand, and their speed noticeably increased.

Suspended in mid-air and swaying, Lu Chengjun felt the sand and soil beneath his feet receding even faster.

Just keep swaying like that...

The shaking left Lu Chengjun dizzy and disoriented.

Not long after, the natives emerged from the forest and entered a cave.

There were also natives guarding the cave, and each of them carried a feathered dragon, which acted like a hunting dog to watch over the entrance.

After passing through the cave, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before us.

This is a circular bay, surrounded on three sides by steep cliffs, with only one narrow waterway leading to the sea.

In the center of the bay stands a massive rocky island rising abruptly from the sea, separated from the surrounding cliffs by a stretch of water over a hundred feet.

And on that island stands a statue.

It was a statue that looked like a giant crocodile.

Crocodile Island is connected to the bay by a suspension bridge. The leader of the natives, holding a bone hoe made by Lu Chengjun himself, beckoned two natives to carry him onto the swaying suspension bridge and head towards the island in the middle.

The giant crocodile statue on the island is hollow, and inside is a stone temple.

There were no windows, and the only lighting was from braziers. The firelight flickered, making the hall very gloomy.

A figure emerged from the shadows.

She was a young woman with wheat-colored skin, radiating youthful energy. Her hair was adorned with colorful feathers, and her face was painted with symmetrical, colorful patterns. Her face was both alluring and solemn.

She wore a rough linen robe, a necklace made of polished white bones hung from her chest, and she held a tabby cat in her arms.

Lu Chengjun was stunned for a moment.

This cat...

Could it be the one that came ashore with Qiaozhi?

But all tabby cats look alike, so perhaps I've mistaken them for something else.

Upon seeing the priestess appear, the tribal chieftain, holding a bone hoe in his hand, rattled off a whole bunch of nonsense.

The priestess seemed somewhat interested and replied with a few words of her own.

Lu Chengjun couldn't even get a word in edgewise.

The lambs awaiting slaughter have no choice but to turn to despair.

After the two natives finished their conversation, the priestess waved her hand dismissively. The leader immediately understood and signaled the others to leave the temple.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the temple fell silent, leaving only the priestess and the bound Lu Chengjun.

This posture, this situation...

What are they trying to do?

Could it be that...?

Could it be?

Could it be...?

The priestess turned and walked to the dark stone platform. After fiddling with it for a while, she brought out a stone bowl. The bowl was pitch black and filled with half a bowl of murky liquid.

She held the bowl, squatted down, reached out, lifted Lu Chengjun's chin with one finger, and then placed the bowl against his lips.

Extremely forceful!

I felt inexplicably ashamed and couldn't resist it.

Looking at the medicine being offered to his lips, Lu Chengjun knew exactly what was going to happen.

You should still drink, but you can't be too forward; you have to be reserved.

Lu Chengjun shut his mouth, offering only a weak resistance.

The priestess stretched out two fingers and pinched Lu Chengjun's nose.

I can't breathe, damn it.

My mouth opened involuntarily.

The medicine was poured directly in.

It's not spicy, not bitter, not hot, and even has a hint of sweetness.

Then his eyelids drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the cave, distracting thoughts cascaded like a waterfall, but inside the Water Curtain Cave, all was unusually tranquil.

After falling into a deep sleep, Lu Chengjun's primordial spirit returned to the Water Curtain Cave.

Although his physical body was under the influence of drugs, his spirit remained clear.

He could even feel his body being touched, molested, and sexually assaulted.

He simply couldn't give any response, and his body wouldn't obey him.

A rational analysis shows that I am not in any danger at all.

If the indigenous people wanted to chop themselves up and make dumplings, there was absolutely no need to feed them medicine.

Do you need to give chickens medicine when slaughtering them?

Do you need to give pigs medication when slaughtering them?

No need at all, just wipe it off with a knife.

Lu Chengjun relaxed and even wanted to feel the touch of his skin.

and many more!

"A restless mind" is a major taboo in spiritual practice.

Lu Chengjun remained vigilant, sitting cross-legged in the Water Curtain Cave, letting the overwhelming stream of thoughts outside pour down without touching him in the slightest.

After restraining his wandering mind, his spiritual awareness was no longer confined to one place, but instantly spread throughout his body. He could even vaguely sense what was happening outside his body.

The priestess chanted incantations of unknown meaning as she touched her forehead with her fingertips.

This smooth feeling!?

It's not a finger.

Could it be the lips?

Not like!

Could it be a tongue?

The scene was too erotic; my heart was starting to race.

It's so exciting!

Do not!

She was using her fingertips to dip into some kind of liquid to inscribe runes on her body.

As the incantation was completed, the priestess invoked a mysterious power.

A divine sense entered the spiritual platform.

Although the human spirit platform is only a small square inch in size, it is the dwelling place of the soul.

However, Lu Chengjun's mind was completely empty; his soul was hidden in the Water Curtain Cave.

That's a bit strange.

The priestess had never seen anything like it.

However, this did not affect her spellcasting. A dark seed fell to the ground and sprouted, its branches twisting like ghostly claws. In a short while, it grew branches and leaves, and bloomed into a strange flower as red as blood.